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There is an emerging psy-op going around positing that the Earth is flat. This is CLEARLY false. It is designed to divide and discredit the truther movement, many of whom are gullible enough to believe it, simply because it goes against the status quo.

The earth is not flat, but it is not a perfect sphere either. I believe that it is an elongated / elliptical torus, with small openings at the north and south poles, similar to this:

I posit that the Earth is not solid. The crust extends a few hundred miles down. Below that, we have been told that there is just magma, leading to a solid iron core. But what if the Earth were actually partially hollow and cavernous instead? And what if it was able to house civilizations?

There are numerous tales of a hollow Earth.

[NOTE: from here on out, the term "HOLLOW EARTH" will refer to the cavernous areas that extend below the Earth's crust, not simply a hollow shell like a balloon.]

There are legends of ancient advanced civilization from around that globe that thrived thousands of years before the current era. Places such as ATLANTIS, LEMURIA and MU:

The survivors of these ancient civilizations are said to have migrated (or been driven) underground.

Tales from numerous cultures exist about underground civilizations. One of the most recent tales tells of the German Nazis encountering and partnering with an advanced underground civilization down in Antarctica during WW2.

This civilization is reported to be humanoid in nature and to be the descendants of Atlantis. They are said to have shared their advanced technology with Nazi Germany in order to help them build anti-gravity crafts.

Such Nazi flying discs have been heavily documented. There is no doubt that they existed, though the source of their technology may be debatable. The U.S. kidnapped Nazi scientists who worked on these crafts and brought them to the U.S. as part of PROJECT PAPERCLIP.

The U.S. had less advanced flying disc technology during WW2 as well.

So, back to the Nazis in the Antarctic. They built underground bases on the icy, isolated continent. There, they tested nuclear weapons and advanced flying machines.

The U.S. made several covert voyages to the Antarctic as well, mainly under the designation of OPERATION HIGHJUMP.

Admiral RICHARD E. BYRD led several expeditions to both poles. He recorded some rather fantastic journal entries on his 1947 trip to the Antarctic:

"The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It
is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am
beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks.

'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...'

I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality,

'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.'

I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following:

'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.'

Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath!

'Yes,' the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.'

I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?' The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few
moments he replied,

'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among youwho would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...'

I nodded, and the Master continued,

'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour.. do you say I am mistaken?'

'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'

'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'

With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which. Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side.

'This way, Admiral,' motioned one.

I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face.

'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again,

'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.'

I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was immediately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate. A radio message comes through.

We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky. The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts..."

More hollow Earth documents can be viewed on or downloaded from my website HERE.

Underground civilization is not solely reserved for the ancients. Modern governments build underground fortresses and transportation systems. The U.S. is said to have underground highways that stretch from coast to coast, complete with fully stocked cities and military bases. They are usually referred to under the blanked term of DUMB's [Deep Underground Military Bases]:

So, for the record, the term "HOLLOW EARTH" should not elicit thoughts of a balloon-like structure, but more so something with caverns. Some believe that the Earth is completely hollow and houses an inner sun. I disagree with this notion.

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They never pretended to be real in the first place.

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They most likely use artificial sources of light or even natural sources, as many plants can give off light. Being such an old / advanced civilization, the possibilities are virtually endless. But a sun inside of the planet? No. The core is solid.

__________________

My dreams are the only things that don't lie to me.
They never pretended to be real in the first place.

Quote:

Originally Posted by LoathsomePete

To make up for the shitiness of my day, I've bought a dimebag.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Chula Vista

Hey, if not for Zoloft, I would have stalked and serial killed a whole bunch of you folks by now.